joyful things

Listening to sounds of one’s voice

Writing down every little broken poem

What I came to like wasn’t a choice

It’s a passion in one poem

 

Art are the words I draw down

Forming pictures on paper

Singing words that drop onto the ground

Only fills my love deeper

 

Music I listen in one ear

Beautiful sounds I speak

From the words I like to hear

They’re always stuck on repeat

 

Those are just sweet things

Just a few things that are in my ear that rings

Reviews

[deaths calling]

amazing